Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Rob Schackne #127 - At The Bridge

At The Bridge

Looking to the horizoneast and west, sour daysa body done, very brokenon the side an open bellya bridge, its weight in moonsits connection in nowheretidings of big crows feastingriver and clouds and flowersfor the search party, waningcoming the other way, gibbousanother group to meet us.